Page 51 of Royal Havoc

“She left the fob too?”

“Obviously,” I grit, already thinking of where she could be headed if she’s walking. “Let Zoey know that we’re looking for her.”

“Done, on our way,” he tells me before the call ends.

twenty-seven

I’ve Got Boo —

Tulip: 2016 Age: 15

“What’s got you smiling?” B asks, glancing out the window as he fills the seat across from me.

“The sun looks like glitter on the water,” I tell him, nodding at the beautiful scene below us.

“I like the trees.” He shrugs, watching me stare out the window.

Recently, I’ve noticed he stares at me a lot. Sometimes, I catch him zoning out while he’s looking at me. I’ll never understand guys.

“Did she leave yet?” I ask him, refusing to turn around and check for myself.

His eyes glide to the side, checking over my shoulder. “Nope. She’s still hanging out,” he answers.

Rolling my eyes, pulling my sleeves over my palms. “She pisses me off.”

“Whoa, potty mouth,” he chuckles.

“Shut up, you cuss all the damn time,” I remind him, sighing loudly as I shake my head. He might not cuss often around me, but he acts like I don’t hear all the dirt his mouth spews when he’s talking to other guys around here.

He leans forward a little so as not to get us in trouble. “You’re too adorable to cuss,” he tells me softly.

This!

He’s started saying weird stuff like this and staring at me. I love having all his attention. I just don’t know how to respond to it.

I think he’s flirting?

The other day, I was eavesdropping on some older girls in the showers. They were talking about flirting to get stuff they wanted. I almost got myself caught because I gagged when Sasha started saying she flirts with Dan.

Yuck!

But I’ve been thinking. They said they flirt to get what they want. So…

What’s he trying to get??

“How tall are you now?” B asks out of nowhere, distracting me from my thoughts.

“Um… how tall are you?”

“Six feet,” he answers, brows dipping as he studies me.

“Well, I’m almost to your chest, so five feet, I guess?” Wondering why he’s asking me this and why it even matters.

“Your hands are getting bigger,” he says, glancing down at my laced fingers.

“So are my boo —” His brows shoot up, and I bite my tongue so hard I taste copper in my mouth. Instantly, I start to sweat.

I’m an idiot!

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